After Difficulty... Relief

This dunya is a prison for a believer. In it many people ruin their eternal lives. The Arch Deceiver has the misbelievers believing that earthly pleasure is paradise

There was once a brief period in my life before I was twenty-one when I was tricked by the Shaytan. I fornicated, smoked opium, marijuana and drank whiskey and wine

I enjoyed street fighting and selling women for sex. It was a profitable way to pass the time and flex. During Jahiliyah my ignorance was unbound

And even in such a foul wicked state my search for truth was profound. As a auto-didactic I had a vociferous appetite for reading and learning

On the brink of death one day. Bullets flying all around, flesh burning. I prayed to God silently without a sound. Asking Him to not let me die

I found in my ignorance no paradise no bliss. I knew there had to be a better way of life than this. On that day of great stress, difficulty, bloodshed and death

Allah granted me relief. Giving me the calmness and solace that I did seek. That was fifty five years ago. And to this day I still remain dutiful to my Lord

Allah, the Sole ruler of the heavens and earth. And all that is within and between the two
Inshaa Allah, until my dying day I will proclaim

The Shahadatain, the pillars of Islam, Iman and Ihsan. Appreciative that Allah has allowed me to experience the blessings of the fast Ramadhan for more than a half century.

Thankful to have been blessed by Allah with Deen ul Haqq. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 forgiveness, redemption 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 and relief

Abu Lateef Ali Babatunde

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After Difficulty... Relief